We grew up shooting Daisy BB guns at dirt banks, and I remember a set of silver Lone Ranger cap pistols I got around six that were my prized possession for a while. My father and grandfather let me target shoot with their pistols, rifles, and shotguns, yet somehow I managed to never shoot my sibling or classmates. I'm sure I was doing something incorrectly.

"I was gambling in Havana. I took a little risk. Send lawyers, guns and money. Dad, get me out of this."

I used Nerf guns, water guns, cap guns, finger guns, stick guns, elastic band guns, and a bb gun.

And I built my own toy guns from PVC. I made hand-pump powered guns, spring-powered guns, and a muzzle-loading airsoft gun. I tried making a potato gun, but the piezoelectric ignition would never work for me.

If something can be destroyed by the truth, it might be worth destroying.